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His hand swirled the last of the contents in his glass entranced by the way the wine swirled around like a small wave pool. Remus could not help but roll his eyes. Most certainly had it been the wine. For if not the wine, he would have kept his mouth clasped as he usually would for Sirius Black did not need anyone making that ego of his any more inflated. "And this is exactly why I don't give you such compliments, my dear friend," Remus answered with a shy smile. He could only surmise that his buoyant friend would require words of affirmation every day forward. Oh, the thought of that wanted to draw out a sigh from his lips.
He contemplated unleashing each compliment he had saved up for Sirius but that would only cause his friend to tease him. "Why would you ask for more when that one summed you up perfectly well? Nothing else would compare."
@paddyfeet (sirius)
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